Posted: 10/30/2001 2:12:02 PM EDT
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... a poem about a Haunted House? I haven't, so I wrote one a couple of years ago. [green]Welcome Home A Bitter Rustling Breeze - Stir The Great Oak Trees. As Crisp Leaves Of Rusty Brown - Gracefully Spiral To The Ground. Seemingly Another Chill Autumn Night - Coal Black Sky –Moon Hangs Low And Is Very Bright. Body And Soul You Feel A Chill - When You Step Into The Shadow, Of The House On The Hill. This House Has Stood For Hundreds Of Years - And Has Been The Host of Many A Person’s Fears. Some Who Have Staved There Have Heard Unholy Whispers In Their Ears… Others Who Have Stayed There – Have Simply Disappeared. There Is An Evil About This House That You Cannot Deny - Although It’s Not Visible To The Human Eye. Inside The Beautifully Decorated Halls - You Won’t See The Bloodstains On The Walls. For With The First Light Of Day - These And Other Horrors Will Slowly Fade Away. Some Of The Stained Glass Windows, Held By Lead And Tin - Hold Souls Of The Dead, Forever Trapped Within. The House Itself Holds No Demon Or Disciple Of Satan… It’s Evil Alone Leaves It Forsaken. Inexorably Entering The House - Being Drawn In… Thin Rays Of Light Struggle Against The Shadows Within. Entering This House Took More Courage Than You Ever Knew You Had - But However Courageous – The Decision Was Bad. Looking Out Of The Windows, Only Seeing The World In White And Black – Now Realizing That You Can Never Go Back. A Cold, Heavy Tear Trickles Down Your Transparent Face - And Falls To The Ground, Not Leaving A Trace. Welcome Home.[/green] © 1999 Eric Ensweiler |